How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives - Sex Stories

How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives

... round my cock as she milked every last drop out of me. Then she turned to Greg, placing her hand on the back of his head and pulling him towards her. Their lips met, and I could see Emily shoving her tongue into her husband’s mouth. I still couldn’t understand how Greg could do that; kiss his wife’s cocksucking, sperm-filled mouth, but I enjoyed it. I felt a violent urge to humiliate the man, but Emily had made it clear that was her prerogative. Instead I did my trousers up and went back to my room without a word. With this experience behind me, single girls my own age seemed as dull as ditch water. The whole situation with Emily and Greg was so unbelievably filthy that it was all I wanted. Besides, why waste time trying to get into girls’ knickers when I could have all the sex I wanted, with a much more experienced woman, who appeared to be game for anything? So whereas I would ordinarily have gone out on a Saturday, I stayed in, waiting for my opportunity. As it happens, Emily and Greg were out and didn’t come home till late. That didn’t matter to me at all. I knew then as I know now that good things come to he who is prepared to wait patiently for them. Opportunity knocked sooner than I expected. I slept late on the Sunday, emerging from my lair at close to eleven to fix some breakfast. Apparently, Emily and Greg had slept in too, because Greg was in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug, dressed only in his dressing-gown. “Ah, there you are!” he said. “I was about to ...

... give you a knock. Milady requests your presence.” He said this as if it was the most natural thing in the world, in spite of the fact that it could only mean one thing. I forgot all about my own need for breakfast as my cock sprang to life in my boxers. If Greg saw, he gave no indication. Instead he put the coffee on a tray next to a plate of toast, and headed out of the kitchen. I followed him upstairs to the bedroom. Entering, I immediately saw Emily, spread out on her back, completely naked, legs parted. It was the first time I’d seen her naked tits in the flesh. They weren’t big, but they were nice and pointy, and her nipples were big and swollen. Greg put the tray down next to her on the bed, and she immediately picked up a slice of toast and began munching. “Greg, dear,” she said, with her mouth full, though this was clearly bad manners. “Do you want my pussy?” Gosh! The woman was so filthy. If she wasn’t so obviously in need of a masochistic husband and already married, I might have proposed to her. “You know I do, darling,” Greg replied. “Do you want to fuck my pussy?” Emily said, pronouncing the f-word with evident relish. “Yes, darling,” Greg said. Emily snorted. “Too bad you’re a good for nothing pussy yourself,” she said. Then, staring straight at the protuberance in my boxers, “Just as well there’s a real man in the room.” She took another bite of toast, and as she munched on it, she said, “But you can warm me up, if you like.” Judging by the state of her nipples, ...